I don't think I will ever understand everything that happened here, but I will go with your version. There are a couple of things going on here that y...u don't know about. Wendy's folks brought you here to run their Mill, and it was natural that when they died in that car accident that you would marry their daughter. She was 20 and in love with you. But what you don't know is that she was a wild child. Her folks had me pull her and Sam's 17-year-old son out of a Mobile motel seven years ago when. I was worried about the classes Whitney had to miss. It turned out, though, that for jaunts like that, the team flew in the university's G-I, straight from Bloomington to South Bend. A bus picked them up at the airport and they were in the Notre Dame fieldhouse within two hours. The school didn't want the team to miss classes, either.Then it was the week before finals. My final LitCrit paper was due. My final German paper was due. And final exams would follow the same schedule as midterms. That. Disoriented, I looked up."Sally, are you okay?" Ron asked, the hand that shook my shoulder still extended.My sleepy eyes focused, trying to send messages to my bewildered brain. I shook my head and blinked several times."Why were you sleeping on the couch? Is anything wrong?" I ... um ... I guess I fell asleep. What time is it?" It's 8:30. I came home to change but I gotta get back to the office. Are you okay? I'll stay if there's something wrong."Rubbing my eyes I said, "No, nothing's wrong.. After a short moment of them hesitating, I tell them to come to me. Rebecca swallowed and took Jennel’s hand, then they both began to kneel onto the bed.As they sat on their knees at the end of the bed, I could still sense some hesitation. I remind them that the camera’s are rolling and I ain’tgot time to waste as I’m a very busy man. This time it was Jennel that gulped before they both slowly began to crawl towards me. I told them that’s what I’m talking about, to embrace their inner slut and.